I feel myself driven towards an end that I do not know. As soon as I shall have reached it, as soon as I shall become unnecessary, an atom will suffice to shatter me. Till then, not all the forces of mankind can do anything against me.
Through endless night the earth whirls toward a creation unknown.
What a gloomy thing, not to know the address of one's soul.
Nobody knows why they were born or where they come from.
With these words Jake had let go of me. Which proved that he knew more about why I was leaving than even I did. I had believed that I was running away from what had happened. I did not know, not until I met Nicholas days later, that the whole time I was really running towards what was yet to be.
Why we are here is an impenetrable question.
You never know where the future will take you.
I didn't know what my fate was as far as being alive.
We are on a journey to keep an appointment with whatever we are.
Where it all will end, knows God.
Perhaps the most majestic feature of our whole existence is that while our intelligences are powerful enough to penetrate deeply into the evolution of this quite incredible Universe, we still have not the smallest clue to our own fate.
Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question. Science has no answer to it.
No one can tell you what your life is goin to be, can they? No. It's never like what you expected. Quijada nodded. If people knew the story of their lives how many would then elect to live them?
But already it is time to depart, for me to die, for you to go on living; which of us takes the better course, is concealed from anyone except God.
Our life is a book that writes itself and whose principal themes sometimes escape us. We are like characters in a novel who do not always understand what the author wants of them.
Whence come I and whither go I? That is the great unfathomable question, the same for every one of us. Science has no answer to it.
You never know what the future holds or where my life will take me.
Drink! for you know not whence you came nor why: drink! for you know not why you go, nor where.
I left the ending ambiguous, because that is the way life is.
It has been asserted that we are destined to know the dark beyond the stars before we comprehend the nature of our own journey.
Upon the great questions of origin, of destiny, of immortality, of . . . other worlds, every honest man must say, 'I do not know.' Upon these questions, this is the creed of intelligence.
It is sad that unless you are born a god, your life,from its very beginning, is a mystery to you.
I have long considered it one of God's greatest mercies that the future is hidden from us. If it were not, life would surely be unbearable.
When I shall again write to you, or where I shall be tomorrow, I cannot tell.
We are not meant to know the time or the nature of our deaths (for all of us secretly hope that we may be immortal).
